Stockholm

We moved to Stockholm, got your arms all marked
The leaves were falling and you bought a car
The words you said to make me feel all right
A plastic bag on my head so tight
Like a fever I tell you how
The victim said with his voice so loud
A hand of crystals and a house of cards
We will be happy after all
When fire feels colder
I still be your solider
When the battle is over
I still be your solider
We, keep falling on your demand
When I run, I’m running right where you stand
Solider